As you can see I've been posting a bit lately, mostly Flash Fiction as I approach the final chapters of Under a Dead Sun: Past Sins. I haven't mapped out each story individually, but I have the plot set up and we are certainly ramping up in bringing the group together. You can expect a new post of Under a Dead Sun every Sunday, with the exception of the week I'll be at Comic Con in July.
Anyway I still want to post poetry and other bits of fiction and stuff, which brings us to this post. I think the subject matter, and the poem itself for that matter, is pretty self evident. I'm not sure where I really got the subject matter for the poem, I just sat down and wrote it. It took maybe an hour, the actual poem itself was pretty fast, I just used a lot of time to tweak lines and rhymes. The poem is an idealized thought on the after moments of sex, of what two people think after making love. I think anyone who reads my poetry knows that a lot of what my poems are about are idealized loves. Whether loves lost, or unrequited, or of a love captured, I tend to like the idea of pure loss and pure hope. Of what love can be, or could be. I'm not sure this poem actually deals with those topics... but I think there is still a message there. Enjoy.
Softly lit drips candle wax,
As passions throws begets, gone lax.
Sounds of breath and labors love,
Climaxed so hard, crying to Him above.
Intertwined, they writhed and groan,
This expression of the love they've shown.
Without words of praise or scorn,
They feel the bond their souls adorn.
And in the afterglow of candles flame,
Each can feel no guilt or blame.
With fingers clasped, in hearts embrace.
They lock their eyes, now face to face.
The depth of stare, each other eyed,
Their bodies spent from crafts then plied.
But in each they know the others truth,
Spoken in a language known to aged and youth.
But before they turn themselves to sleep,
Cuddled close and nestled deep.
They say those words that meant the most,
I love you spoken in twin riposte.
As the candle light does snuff,
The flame extinguished in a tiny puff.
Our lovers turn and big good night,
Because everything feels just right.
End of Line.